Battered and bruised we were led, naked

From the jungles, naked and afraid

Wrapped in vines, ropes and chains

About to be stripped of our last names;

To a dry rotted wooden boat that stank of gunpowder and bloodshed

The bloodshed of nations, nations lost to men who thought they were gods

Damn the One True God! They were blaspheming and evangelizing Him in the same breath,

THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE THE GODS;

Yes, it's true the natives believed they were gods because of their technology,

But these men with ill intent took advantage of that and them 

And the transaction ended with betrayal;

And even after the natives were killed off, 

Beaten, raped, murdered, infected,

Somehow the inhumane treatment of humanity became infectious and spread,

The festering sores that the world turned a blind eye to,

The gashes that run so deep the scars are present in their children's children,

The ghosts of millions of painful deaths shadow our eyes and haunt all things with a soul,

And some of us act as if the blood-stained sacrifices that have and still need to be made

Never. Even. Happened.

 

This narrative was to teach one thing to all people out there,

To show them that those rose-tinted shades you depend on like a drug to see a better world,

Is. Not. Real.

None of it is.

And it never was.